"forgoten" poems
ChestNuts roesting on an open fire
Roesting over the flames of yuor forgoten love
Ash
Burnt too a Crisp (This is what they call Chips in Englis )
Mother's' love showed me the Love I needed from yuo
England they call them Crisps
Eating Chest Nuts is scrumptous
Training my ***** in the Art Of War
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
The glass is not half empty nor is it half full.
It is not to dark or to light.
I am not happy nor am I sad.
I am not vengeful or even merciful.
I am not angery nor content.
I am not loved or forgoten
I am stuck in the middle,
the one thing i am is annoyed.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
It was a cart once made for shopping
Now lost and long forgoten
It was a cart once silver and shiny
Now old, disgusting and grimy
She found it there in an unused lot
It was exactly what she had sought
In it she placed her worldly belongings
Including her hopes, her dreams, and longings
She took it with her wherever she went
Hours organizing it where spent
Not one thing about that cart was inept
She knew every scrap of paper, and were it was kept
There was room for her clothes, she had very few
Far less than anyone knew
A spot for the table scraps she managed to find
Who knew you could live on less than a dime
But there in the middle you'll find two old tattered tins
Her most prized possessions where tucked safely within
One tin was for the past and things that are no more
With child like eyes, she'd peek in and explore
For both Joy and Sorrow are contained inside
Amongst the Polaroids of life, a lock of child's hair did reside
The other was for her hopes and dreams
They carried her on, when there seemed to be no means
Even when all the dreams eventually explode and collide
Hope will still be standing strong by her side
Her life as it is now, out here on the streets
Was unexpected, not planned...... the memory repeats
A bright sunny day
Soaking up the sun's rays
Both out by their pool
Him sitting at the bar on a stool
But little boys sure do like to giggle
They squirm, and they wiggle
Her out stretched fingers grazed his shirt as he fell
Her screams of anguish no one could quail
As she held his limp body pleading for him to open his eyes
Screaming at the heavens..... WHY.... WHY.... WHY
Now on this block you can find her every day
Pushing that shopping cart as she limps and she sways
Come bare witness to the sad aftermath
One split second, changed a life's path
©Pauline Russell
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
young lovers know that traggic passion blind to failure
blind to everything that doesnt see them togather.
So in early morning passion just befor light.
they slip off togather dreams and hope taken along
for the ride.
long brown chessnut colored hair flowing out the window
along with are dreams.
A fence post marker the road togther holds
a certin magic it seems.
Love made from state to state
the waterfall to which we did race
skinny dippin togather by that old forgoten place
Your naked beauty etched within my mind along with
the hapinees reflected from your face.
Broke down in blue springs Missouri.
Now i dont question why your eyes
were overcast with worry.
Apart the nightmare cant erase thoose nights spent
laying in blissful silence your head apon my chest.
Memories depend apon your view.
I 'll just kiss the that jasmine scented southern
breeze for the rest.
My darlin I ask fingers interlocked
with time my heart what shall be
are plan.
A tear touches that vision of a face.
As you recall the memories of when togather we
ran.
Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 6:16 AM UTC
When I was a kid I would pick at my scabs and re-open wounds on purpose. I just liked how it showed that I didn't fear getting hurt. My proof that I wouldn't let anything get the better of me.
Maybe it was all of the 'Xena: warrior princess' episodes I watched. I dont know.
I still check if theyre still there. I still brag about how I got them to everyone, even if it wasn't asked. Even the silliest ones. The one on my wrist from a scared antisocial cat, whom i gained the trust of in the end.
The one on my head which required three stitched, given to me by my brother when throwing a ping-pong racket at me. He felt so guilty that gave me his favorite game, and tried to pay for the hospital bill.
The ones on my knees from when I fell of my skateboard and broke my computer on my way to give a class presentation. I had recieved a perfect grade after having talked to a class who stared at my ****** and shaky knees.
They had all hurt, but each one has a lesson, and a dear memory. Never to be forgoten.
And why try?
Even the ones that you can't see will remind you. The broken bones and the torn muscles. They all leave a subtle mark of their existance.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
Fallen Fables Forgoten Forever Frightenly Following Forceful Kings, Ruled Without Purpose And Gain, Fascinated By The Greatness Only Imagined, Fighting For Chances To Break Free And Fly High Above The World To The Highest Power, Along With Enlightment And The Truth Of Self Beauty And Wisdom They Crave To Experience, Ultimately Tripping And Forever Being Trapped Watching The Blessed And HardWorking Ones Become The Imaginable.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
They are beautiful
Silent, but loud
Peaceful, yet dangerous
Can they be trusted?
Are the secrets that are hidden,
too longed to be forgoten
They can open as they bloom and close in harsh winters
Are the barriers of choice too strong to be broken?
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
i believe you said your last goodbye
and you finally left my mind
fossils are ready to be found
but i guess you're no longer inside
i have stoped writing about you
no more poems
or cravings left too
i had never felt this empty before
not loving you
turned me into a fool
at some point i knew that things
had to change
it could no longer be this way
but i have forgoten the taste of love
and i no longer believe in it
you were the toughest love
and so difficult to find
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
I am more broken than I seem to be. Because there is nothing to this goldening mask just lines of glass cutting through the ice of this soul. And it sits on my face to hide the pain. No eyes, not even my can bare to see. The mess that was once so clean. Angels Will never help my forgoten glow, it was lost in the sea cold. Now to I, death will never be old. Shall I be more broken than I seem.
By me
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
I will be kept a dreamer,
With the thoughts of you, like the midnight stars,
Sail along to the city sounds,
And as the light of your smile rises,
Like the sun upon the horizon,
My inhibitions will be blinded,
Lust and love meet with kind greeting,
A kiss to each cheek with coffee and mint breath,
Longing is the mist upon the lake that is my heart,
Full of early morning thoughts and dried up tears,
Salt as ocean waves, from dreams forgoten,
You poison me with a heart beat that is the city night,
I am what whithered trees talk about in passing,
Of what they have seen and adore to see,
A kiss of bitter sweetness, graceful as my lips bleed adoration,
In the fairest of my thoughts, you dance upon my words,
And if my hands were not so far away, my mind in a shallow pool,
They would be showing what I wish the doves I send could show,
My voice but faulty strings, that pray you listen kindly,
If you stayed so close, so I may hear your breath,
Your thorns would be nothing but gracious reminders,
Of beauty akin to scarllett roses,
I would tell upon those lips,
These million dreams in nightmares shaking hand.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 4:13 AM UTC
It was a cart once made for shopping
Now lost and long forgoten
It was a cart once silver and shiny
Now old, disgusting and grimy
She found it there in an unused lot
It was exactly what she had sought
In it she placed her worldly belongings
Including her hopes, her dreams, and longings
She took it with her wherever she went
Hours organizing it where spent
Not one thing about that cart was inept
She knew every scrap of paper, and were it was kept
There was room for her clothes, she had very few
Far less than anyone knew
A spot for the table scraps she managed to find
Who knew you could live on less than a dime
But there in the middle you'll find two old tattered tins
Her most prized possessions where tucked safely within
One tin was for the past and things that are no more
With child like eyes, she'd peek in and explore
For both Joy and Sorrow are contained inside
Amongst the Polaroids of life, a lock of child's hair did reside
The other was for her hopes and dreams
They carried her on, when there seemed to be no means
Even when all the dreams eventually explode and collide
Hope will still be standing strong by her side
Her life as it is now, out here on the streets
Was unexpected, not planned......the memory repeats
A bright sunny day
Soaking up the sun's rays
Both out by their pool
Him sitting at the bar on a stool
But little boys sure do like to giggle
They squirm, and they wiggle
Her out stretched fingers grazed his shirt as he fell
Her screams of anguish no one could quail
As she held his limp body pleading for him to open his eyes
Screaming at the heavens..... WHY.... WHY.... WHY
Now on this block you can find her every day
Pushing that shopping cart as she limps and she sways
Come bare witness to the sad aftermath
One split second, changed a life's path
©Pauline Morris
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
in-between heaven and hell
see their faces
as they cry out for help
blue and bare as I lay
Gods forsaken me
I have no soul to save
take it to my grave
where the whispers will fade away
forgoten
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
The rythem has awoken
The rymes...yet to be spoken
When the thought returns to me
Under the blessing of my liberty
a shadow has returned
Upon my mind to make it burn
A love thats lost, once so soft
Has struke my heart in turn
A life i had forgoten...
Long ago upon a day
When nothing ever made me happy
Where nothing went my way
When a little light upon the dark
Stained my life, i had to start
To think that life
Is worth living
And ever since the stain has gone
Searched have i
To write a wrong
But yet not to an avail
My life is one big fail
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
The people are at peace with adultery and lies
forgoten who made their mouth and their eyes
The nations are shaken, by the turn of His head
But those who fear him are safe in their bed
His breath is like fire that consumes the chaff
The teachers deceive, they teach there's no wrath
The Lord says tell, my people their sin
I'll open my mouth, take away their grin
From gladness to sorrow, repentance within
Take up your sword the fight begins
In this I AM pleased
Your fighting the war
You know the way
I AM the door
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
I'm not even sleepy or tired anymore
But there is nothing for me to do while I'm awake
My days are getting shorter
Im sleeping every moment away
I try to fill my day with activity
Even simple ones
But there is nothing for me to do
Im ignored by everyone
Or maybe just forgoten
So communication is very rare
When im not asleep
Im in my bed
Fallin asleep
Everything has lost feeling
Has lost meaning
Im empty
I would say my stomach dropped
But it is not there
I have forgoten how to act
Outside of my room
In front of people
When a simple stranger says hello
Im surprised
My days are filled with nothingness
And i have become the nothingness they are filled with
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Through the dark jungle of pain
I walk over the broken hearts and souls
My eyes are dark as tar
My face is covered by ***** promises
I'm your love, I'm your desire
You want my cold heart
You want my black soul
Through the endless road to hell
I walk over the forgoten feelings and affections
My eyes are red as blood
My face is covered by filthy lies
I'm your love, I'm your desire
You want my cold heart
You want my black soul
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
the wind is blowing
the sun is shinning
the clouds are gathering themselves
and leaving
that makes me wonder
about about my love for
that girl I letted go
the trees are growing
the stars are shinning
the atmosphere is changing
i feel like I did the wrong thing
ms unknown why do I regret
what I did
the rainbow is colourful
the ocean is bright
the earth is rotating
I feel like there is a murk
over my head loose such
a soul and gain nothing
Ms unknown why did you
let this happen have
you forgoten our times
that we've shared
I try to move on but my heart
wont let go it wants nothing but
you
the fire burns
I still confess my wrongs
you know them all but my apologies for
getting fad up with being quiet
imma use what you've tough
me as positive forse
and get your attention
and I hope you will pay attention
Cz my soul is restless
need you back but is it too late ?
or do I still have time ?
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
you
me
the poet
we are
each other
your words
strike my heart
i never knew
the words
you share
i love you
in all your
imaginations
all your
manisfesations.
what a curious time
we spend on this plane
odd &&&&
well odd
we are one
THE ONE
times lost
times forgoten
my family....
i love you so
i miss you so
hard words
my heart is soft
i love you SO
the little furry
beasts
they are me
they are you
please don't hide
away
please don't
be so scared
please don't
so boxed
open up
to the ALL
and you
who might be
the familiy
YOU ARE NOT
for we are ALL
WAKE UP
embrace ALL
for we are the ONE
blah blah blah
will it ever end?
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
I see her sitting there, deep in her thoughts.
Is she thinking of her day, like I feel many do?
Or is she seeing me thinking furiously
Thinking of how beautiful she is.
Like a dancing flower in the winds of the spring
She makes me turn my head with her pure voice
I wish to tell her how I feel about her shining eyes
But I am bound by chains of my fear
Fear that she will say no and it will change everything
Fear that she will say yes and then regret it
Fear that she will ignore my request
So once again I try to forget it.
But it will never be forgoten.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
I'm a little drunk right now
drowned the butterflies you gave me with whiskey
the alcohol isn't numbing away my feelings towards you
Nothing left to do
besides drink until I have the courage
to tell you all the things that are past overdue
I'm drunk enough to blame it if you don't want me
And drunk enough to pretend I've forgoten in the morning
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
She was the one who said yes
When everyone kept saying no
She was the one who asked questions
When everyone kept silent
She was the one who whent left
When everyone was walking right
She was the one who touched the sky
When everyone one was kissing ground
I was the one who got insipired
By curiousity and interest of hers
I was the one who followed
Through her open doors
Where everything is alive
Where everything is alright
Where screams are right
Where curiousities live
Away from dusty boxes
Of already forgoten people
Who didnt think or feel
That there is another way
She was only one sane in this world
Of plain things surrounded by coldness
Without her I would be lost in numbness
Dying slowly or already gone
She gave me answers
To questions I didnt know that exist
She showed me colors
That nobody sees
Maybe she just got me insane?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
she that one girl that's all alone
but then he came along
he saw her scars
then he showed her the stars
it all began with a broken heart
then it all changed when he came
he called her by name
he said he would show her love and not use it as a game
now her heart is whole again
he is her lover and her best friend
and she'll never be alone or forgoten
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
tosed and forgoten
bleeding and sodding
decayed and rotting
i Christened the hole
i stuffed you to furment
was it worth your soul
to wallow in torment
all the the sorrow
You dished at leisure
lones to follow
you like a rapid creature
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
A hand I reach to the tulip in my
garden
A greet to this life I found new
meaning
A family I want, our love will not be
forgoten
I say forever and mean it, aslong as im
breathing
Regardless of the results, I'll be here
darling
Till we are there we will just be
dreaming
I love you baby, you are absolutely
charming
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC